#Fic: to forgive and forget

[busysavingtheuniverse]

presenting the greater piltover-zaun polycule (welcome to my twisted mind)

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[buffaluff]

📝 long road home 🗺️

my works for this year’s @118bigbang 💖 i was paired up with the excellent @not-blonde-yet for their wonderful fic linked above, these were such a blast to draw and thanks for being a great work partner! 💖

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Polyjuice Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic April 14, word count 318

“Why would we take Polyjuice Potion when we can change into animals at will?” Sirius asked, sniffing the lumpy potion and grimacing. “If I wanted to look like a death eater, I’d just go home and wear literally anything in that house,” 

“What, like one of your mother’s dresses?” James snorted, dodging the cushion that was thrown at him. 

“Ahem, in case you three have forgotten, I can’t change unless it’s a full moon,” Remus said with a tight voice from the other end of the sofa, where he held his own vial of oozy potion. 

“Oops, sorry Remus, I forget sometimes,” Sirius apologised. 

“Uh-huh,” Remus said, folding his arms across his chest. Sirius crawled under his arm, forcing him to open his arms for him and snuggling up against him. 

“I’m sorry, Remus. Please forgive me,” He batted his eyelashes at him sweetly and watched as his favourite smile spread across Remus’s lips. 

“Fine,” 

“It’s time, guys,” James interrupted their little moment. Sirius sat up and downed the putrid-smelling liquid. It tasted worse than it smelt, and he gagged, the potion threatening to come back up, but he forced it to stay down. 

He shuddered as his body morphed into the death eater whose hair they had stolen. In less than a minute he looked exactly the same as Mulciber. 

He turned to look at Remus, who had taken on the appearance of Avery, and then to James. Sirius and Remus collapsed on the sofa in fits of laughter because, apparently, the order member who had stolen the hair needed for the Polyjuice Potion to work had stolen some from Snape. 

“Shut up,” James huffed. Sirius and Remus stopped laughing for a second, then started laughing again, harder this time. 

A sharp knock at the door and the gruff voice of Alastor Moody sobered them. They had a mission to complete and time was of the essence.  

[saleeba]

been a bit busy ; william saliba

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pairing ♡ william saliba x south asian/brown!fem!reader

content ♡ fluff, social media au, inspo from that classic thing brown influencers do where they hard-launch their partner only after getting engaged/married :P, reader is a content creator herself, y/l/n = your last name, google-translated french 💋

faceclaim ♡ mishti rahman | mishti.rahman

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[arthur-lesters-uvula]

Pisscourse drabble inspired by this

Not beta or proofread, btw. it's a shitpost EDIT: AO3 LINK

Arthur was simply trying to take his natural human function and pee. He was staring off into space, letting the fluid flow out of him and into the bowl when he felt something touching his leg. Instinctively, he jolts, moving his body away.

He stops peeing and looks down. He spots a hand, a fair skinned scard hand reaching out to him. It was John, what in the hell does he want. Arthur bats the hand away and asks.

"What, John?"

"...Can you hold my hand." It sounded like more of a demand than a question.

Arthur blinks, looking at the stall wall that separates him and John.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why."

"It's...scary and feels werid, I don't know how you humans dealt with having this fluid come out of you every day." John says and flexes his hand in a grabbing motion, like a baby wanting to get picked up.

John was like a needy cat, but he never liked doing things alone, including when it came to using the bathroom.

Arthur sighs and places his hand in John's, holding it snug.

"Better?"

"Much."

John says before Arthur hears a concerningly loud stream of piss hit the bowl.

He furrows his brows, "Just how long have you been holding that?"

John's pointer finger twitches, curling itself inward and scratches at the others palm.

"Since I got this body -" a lie.

John sheepishly admits, and Arthur aggressively squeezes his hand.

"What?! How the hell did you not piss on yourself—christ John it's been over a week."

John lets out a full-body shudder and tucks his feet under the toilet seat. His boots dig into the dirty tile floor.

"Okay - not really. The first time was a few days ago when it hurt too much to hold. I washed the clothes and succeeded." John spits out. It was more of a half truth when Oscar found him using fabric softener instead of actual detergent. Oscar actually helped clean and showed him how to wash the clothes properly.

John made(threatened)Oscar swear that he'd never speak a word of this.

"Am I going to have to fucking potty train you? Bloody hell John."

John lets out a werid, sad sound. Something between a dog like whimper and a sigh.

Arthur squeezes his hand once more, gently this time. "Well, it was probably bound to happen eventually. Just do your business and make sure you wipe yourself after." Just like his touch, the tone of Arthur's voice was soft. It reminded John of how he'd talk about Faroe.

John hums and stays silent, the sound of his piss hitting the water echo throughout the bathroom.

Arthur inturn also continues. Thankfully, there's not much left, so he finishes up quickly.

Awkwardly reaching across the stall with his opposite hand, he grabs a thing of toilet paper and rips a small peice off. He dabs the head of his dick with the paper before throwing it into the bowl and flushing.

He hears Johns flow turn into a tirckle before it stops completely. He stays on the toilet seat as he's still holding onto John's hand.

"You done?"

John nods, for a second forgetting thst Arthur can, in fact, not see him before he speaks up.

"I think so? I still feel weird, though..." He trails off. There's something pressing up against his asshole.

Arthur quirks a brow, "Werid how?"

"It feels like something is trying to escape me. There's pressure at my asshole."

Arthur stutters for a second, unable to form sentences in response. There is no way in fucking hell is he going to hold an eldritch entities hand as he shits.

"You're...going number two, taking shit."

"Oh.. Oh. Like that disgusting thing you did?"

"Yup. Now, I unfortunately am not generous enough to sit through this one with you. Just keep pushing until everything is out, John."

Arthur prys his hand away from John's, pulling his boxers and trousers up. Arthur buttons his trousers and fastens his belt.

"But Orthur... I can't do this alone." John whines, attempting to grab Arthur's trouser leg.

"You can, and you will. I'll be outside when you're done, John." Arthur moves away before John could grab him, opening the stall door he makes his way to the sink. He secretly prays that there's no one else coming in.

"Orthur! That's not fair. I need emotional support."

John kicks his feet out and leans back uncomfortably. The pressure is growing stronger.

Arthur begins to wash his hands, ignoring John's pleas and hums a tune.

"How about I send Noel in, hm? I'm sure he'd be more than willing." Arthur offers, John and Noel are close just like them, so it shouldn't be a problem. Hopefully.

John stops his movements, sharp canines bitting at his lips.

"Okay. That's fine. Please tell him to hurry."

Arthur huffs out a muffled laugh and steps out of the bathroom.

thank you to my platonic soulmates @arthur-lesters-tits & @arthur-lesters-slutty-waist for fuelling this. I appreciate you both greatly

[mxtxfanatic]

mdzs fandom before the untamed was so good i have so much resentment for that show for bringing in the worst people flooding everything with slop to the point where i keep liking danmei a secret

If you go to ao3 and read wangxian fics from the earliest to the latest, you can almost pinpoint exactly when cql hit the English-speaking fandom because 1) Wangxian’s dynamic changes, 2) Wei Wuxian’s potrayal in fics ubdergoes an extreme shift into what is now his mainstream fanon today, and 2) Jiang Cheng starts appearing. Not fanon!Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng, period.

In the earliest fics, he is very rare to find, and where he appears, it is only a mention or a brief cameo. After cql, though? Suddenly he is a major character in fics. Suddenly every fic features him, even if it’s just through letters or Wei Wuxian playacting convos with him when he’s physically absent for whatever reason. Suddenly, “yunmeng bros,” “yunmeng trio,” “twin prides” takes off. Suddenly it’s Wen Qing siding with Jiang Cheng and berating Wei Wuxian for being a stupid idiot. Suddenly it’s Lan Wangji forcing Wei Wuxian to reconcile with his “brother,” if it isn’t Wei Wuxian threatening Lan Wangji to get along with Jiang Cheng or be dumped. Suddenly it’s weepy Wei Wuxian crippled by the guilt of having “stolen” affection away from Jiang Cheng as a child, of having “broken his promise” of eternal servitude brotherhood, a crime that needs the entire fic to rectify, even if the fic is about something else entirely. Suddenly it’s “if only Wei Wuxian had listened to Jianng Cheng’s advice (that he never gave), none of this would have happened!”

There is a palpable shift in how every character is treated once Jiang Cheng became a fandom favorite, and it’s actually made the experience of reading fics worse as a whole.

[allseeingharlequin]

Only three more until we're at 50 :)

Maybe I should finish those wips...

[tetzoro]

hiya friendz !! happy monday lovelies !! i’m buzzing in to wish you all the best week ahead and giving you guys big big hugs !! i will be on a hiatus for a little while. see you soon 🤍 take care of yourselves & each other ! ✨

[feyd-meowtha]

I need to all to know that Jodorovsky and Moebius storyboarded a scene in which Feyd-Rautha is 'burning a butterfly and smoking a long joint', ok?

Ok?

I need you to know that and to clutch it to your bosom so that it can keep you warm through the dark times. Even if you think that no-one else in the world understands you, Alejandro Jodorowsky understands you.

[princess-ofpizza]

Can't believe I would put myself through this torture (re-reading my favourite fanfiction at 4am) again!

[eepyleaf]

more smol pink from my pink ref page....🩷

[higgs-the-god]

well, im finished writing felvins story, very nearly finished editing, and now the refs are done!!!! were so close yall

[teabutmakeitazure]

holding my mother's face to check her temperature and seeing her shrug off my touch as unnecessary and being visibly uncomfortable at being touched and going oh. that's why I'm this way.

[rosemariiaa]

ok last thing

if i go ghost for more than a day with no fic, you have the right to spam me and hold me accountable

[wolfywolfy]

Chapter 8 is posted!

Chapter Summary: What happens the morning after being caught in a compromising position? Nothing good, surely. Especially when you're surrounded by a bunch of tadpole-infested gossips, who may or may not be just the teeniest bit jealous.

Warnings: None for this chapter, but a little angst if you squint! Smut, blood, and some gore for other chapters, though.

Fic Summary:

Primrose is a druid, tree-hugger, and the de facto leader of their merry little band of tadpooled misfits. She's been completely isolated from society, living alone in the woods for who knows how long, and given her naivety, Astarion figured she was raised by wolves. Regardless, being a leader means she is a sturdy foundation for himself to latch on to, if he can manipulate her to care for him. She's prone to waxing poetics and altruistic to a fault, the perfect victim for his ministrations – so imagine his surprise when she turns out to be more complex than he gave her credit for. Why, exactly, has she been hiding from society? Prim carries herself as if she would never do any wrong, but when provoked, she's shockingly deadly. The more time he spends with her, the more he has a suspicion that there's something dark lurking beneath the surface…. Perhaps it's time to find out.